Gary Strachan – "Write" Said Fred

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Missing Tales of Dame Judy Dench’s Florist

This evening, I was originally planning to go see Hugh Jackman’s Greatest Showman performance at the O2 Arena, in London. The two tickets purchased as a Christmas gift for my wife who adores the Antipodean performer; along with a one night Docklands hotel stay and the booking of return train tickets to/from the capital. That weekend break package is still being utilised, only now my wife Karen will be accompanied […]

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Wor Horse

I’m safely ensconced back in chez Strachan after a incident free journey back from Bedfordshire, where I’d resided for the last two evenings. My chauffeur, the one and only TW Brown (Bill) of County Durham manor, dropping me off prior to an onward journey to Sunderland. The amicable Mackem providing the ‘entertainment’ on the return odyssey by treating me a medley of songs from Andrew Lloyd-Webber musicals. Performed in his […]

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No Standing On Ceremony

I’m Bedfordshire bound this weekend to meet up with a couple of the lads I’ve been friends with since I was a 20 year old. A bond forged as work colleagues and friends in both Gateshead and London. The duo made up of Bill, the nicest bloke I’ve met who possesses false teeth, along with Alan, the nicest bloke I’ve met who’s bereft of false teeth. According to Alan, the reason he […]

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A 2nd Class Return To Dottingham

I’d a rare break from writing yesterday. Leaving casa Strachan at 7.30am and not getting home until 11.00pm rendering opportunities of putting pen to paper nigh on impossible. My destination the city of Nottingham – Robin Hood’s manor, domain made famous by Brian Clough, home of Boots the Chemist and place my late dad served his National Service in the 1950’s. My odyssey, though, wasn’t to cross swords with the […]

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Bookends

Wednesday 6th June – I had a sojourn to Ilkley this morning/early afternoon. Accompanied by my spouse and doubts about the government’s Brexit strategy, we journeyed 17 miles by trusty steed (well, trusty Vauxhall Astra) north west of our bustling metropolis. Ilkley, West Yorkshire’s spa town with it’s core of Victorian architecture, quaint stores, Betty’s Tearoom and the official start of the Dales Way – A 84 mile hike over […]

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The 14.04 from Newcastle – A Tall Tale

My train journey back from Newcastle to Leeds on Sunday afternoon passed swiftly. My ninety minutes in situ of the Trans-Pennine locomotive predominantly spent writing, along with chatting to a diminutive middle-aged Gateshead woman en route to her daughter’s in Bradford. This lady, short of mane and even shorter of legs was initially an affable soul; appreciative of my offer to place her case in the carriages overhead luggage rack […]

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Loco Motives

Childhood domain bound, tracks below feet Domicile o’ inculcation, though birthplace possesses heart Half century crisis of identity, through yeti unable to embrace Self-induced purgatory, mind tormented for his folly If purgatory a halfway house, then has he departed? His final journey, destination redemption.   Locomotive, what are loco man’s motives Tracks are not of tears, like The Miracles Cathartic sojourn, bridge of Tyne rebuilding Redemption sought extinguishing burning pont Time […]

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